i feel like that’s such a miserable thing to say. but i do. i feel empty. purposeless. i want a baby so bad. i want to be a mother. there’s one time i was SO certain i was pregnant and the doctor confirmed i wasn’t. and i feel so dull after. like i’m returning to a mundane life after the idea of beautiful life being created..

i know that’s not healthy but i can’t help but feel this way.